The intense heat of Paris's non-air-conditioned
venues combined with a glorious Indian summer meant that for once, the
fashion witches (or fair and even-handed critics as we prefer to think
of ourselves) got to see the summer collections in conditions similar
to those they are intended to be worn in.
This fair and even-handed critic, for instance, having initially
dismissed the new drop-waisted dress as a fast-track to hip, thigh and
bottom disaster, began to revise her opinion. What could be more
soothing and cooling on a humid day than a body-skimming, waist
by-passing dress in silk or gauzey cotton?
They have to be artfully cut, of course. Some were. Others were
borderline. And the ones with pleats bunching over the hips were
insanity.
Refreshing too, were all the floaty, fluid, kilty skirts, designed
to be worn with hip-length tunic tops - another way to wear a
drop-waist silhouette, but this time one that nods to the Sixties
rather than the Twenties.
The heat had other ramifications. It made the traditional fashion
timescale - reviewing clothes six months before they reach the stores -
seem even more archaic than it already does. Some labels are finally
getting to grips with the madness. Uniqueness, a new venture between
former Gucci and Valentino designer Alessandra Fachinetti, and Pinko, a
high street Italian chain, put its collection online an hour after the
show finished in Paris. ETA: 48 hours.
The organisers of the world's four major fashion shows are, the
Telegraph discovered yesterday, dealing with the new order in their own
way. It transpires that back in the summer, the Italians secretly
decided that in future, they want to show first, not third, even if
that means clashing with London and New York's Fashion Weeks, which it
does. If they go ahead they'll be reneging on an agreement that has
existed for the past 20 years. Cue hand-wringing from the Brits,
head-nodding from the French and threatened cavalry charging from the
Americans. Nice to see everyone playing to national stereotype.
But back to what really counts: fashion editors' wardrobes. So busy
had they been packing their winter statements in tissue paper that many
had neglected to look at the weather forecast. Big problem. Some of
these front-rowers need never-before-seen outfits every day. Forget
Hollywood celebrities (and most of the houses appeared to). Few were
invited to the shows and fewer labels appeared interested in red carpet
dresses. The new evening wear is a knee-length embellished skirt,
or a trouser suit.
Perhaps the biggest celebrity to muscle in on Paris Fashion Week was
Kanye West, with his own fashion show. After the reviews came out, he
probably wished he hadn't. At least it made you appreciate the real
designers, even if they're currently beset by rumours. Marc Jacobs to
go to Dior? Pilati to Armani? George Osborne to YSL (I could just make
these up and I'd still start an internet frenzy).
But back to the hard news. By day 12, the need for fresh supplies of
summer clothes had become so pressing that Net-a-Porter's founder
Natalie Massanet, savvy marketeer that she is, arranged for one of the
company's distinctive black vans to drive over from London with
emergency orders.
Our top ten shows from Paris :
Phoebe Philo's collection had an almost forensic severity the trench
jackets were sliced off mid-thigh and worn over mid-calf white skirts.
That's a difficult silhouette for the average woman, but Philo jacks
her up onto chunky platforms and cinches in her waist with a belt as
wide as the Thames. "The collection was about playing with
proportions," said Philo. The Céline woman will stand tall as an arum
lily on super-size platforms in pristine white, letting her statement
shapes do the talking.
Once, Isabel Marant was adored for making fashion accessible and
sexy. So what was she trying to tell us here? That you can look young
and sexy in trackie bottoms, a man's checked shirt and a hoodie? Er, we
know that. Abercrombie, via their Bruce Weber ads, have been banging
that drum for years. It wasn't all sloppy however. There was a lot of
craft in this collection: those skinny patchwork jeans in washed-out
raspberry will be a big hit next spring, and endlessly copied.
We all know that the pencil skirt is synonymous with that prim but
promising secretary who features in every heterosexual's Rolodex of
stock fantasies, but Lanvin's were deliberately rucked-up - as if they
came with rough and ready sexual encounters already built in. There may
not have been a lot of flesh on display - until we got to those crinkle
pleated, fit-and-flare sheer dresses and the tuxedo pants with their
peekaboo slashed white stripes -but there was plenty of attitude.
Fabulously well-behaved clothes with a dark and dirty under-belly.
As well as absolutely the sharpest pencil skirts anywhere this season
(in red, blue and bl`ck) Mouret presented a collection of summery,
holiday-ready slouchy trousers, baggy tailored shorts, and
wide-shouldered coats and dresses (the same shoulder-shape Mouret
favours in his menswear collection) gorgeous enough to give Bacall a
fit of the vapours. There were dresses in a tweedy black and white
material and a circle print - sometimes decorated with Picasso-ish eyes
- that flared behind the knee and frilled at the shoulder. He achieved
the requisite Mouret flesh-flash quota via some ribboned lattice
sections in some of the skirts and dresses, and some south-of-the-bosom
panels. It was great stuff.
The supermodel elite, used to being stared at on catwalks, turned the
tables at Hermès and wandered around, scrutinising the audience. A
white period of oversized, near-harem trousers and jackets, tunic
dresses and culottes was followed by two rust-coloured looks, then this
stunning orange dress with leather detail. On they came - the green
slouchy suit, the caramel leather shorts, the print dress with robots
wearing American Indian headdresses, often accessorised with dinky
saddlebags.
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This colour virus is spreading. Even Riccardo Tisci ventured out of his
dark Gothic dungeon. If Philo is digging purity, Tisci is mining
impurity. Swoops were the order of the day: curved hems, horizontal
folds that wrapped the body. Dresses with a scrim of lace over the top,
stretch pencil skirts with patent trim, three-piece trousersuits
(buttoned-up shirt, snug jacket and trousers), sleeveless jacket-come
waistcoats with peplums that swooped into a fishtail at the back.
Karl Lagerfeld said last year that he would like to see Haider Ackermann succeed him at Chanel. With this collection, the Colombian-born, Belgian-trained
Ackermann suggested he would be an inspired choice. Ackermann took the
trouser suit, hammered it out of raw silks and Indian gold-stamped sari
fabric, then steeped it in some of the loveliest colours seen so far -
and it has been a season of gorgeous colours. By fixing so
single-mindedly on the slouchy elegance of the trouser suit, rather as
Romeo Gigli did 20 years ago, Ackermann has unilaterally declared the
frou-frou cocktail dress a dinosaur. And he made poetry out of colour.
Under Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pier Paolo Piccioli the house of
Valentino is striking a perfect balance between its own history and
reinvention. By layering ultra-light materials like chiffon and lace
they create an ultra-feminine interplay, for example by placing the
lightest possible polka dots on a nude chiffon underskirt. The longer
white decorated dresses were reminiscent of the frock worn by
Waterhouse's Ophelia. Yet just as their dresses were never coarse,
these were never overwrought or corny.
We've seen a lot of skirt suits and cropped jackets this past month,
but Stefano Pilati gave his a distinctive YSL signature. Those
high-drama ruffles on the hems of his split, just-above-the-knee skirts
and cocoon-backed jackets delivered interesting, high class detailing
to what are - for the YSL customer - relatively straightforward,
uncomplicated clothes. The suits came with high-necked, uptight chic
silk blouses, showing off Pilati's credentials as a Saint
Laurent-worthy colourist.
The Grand Palais is the perfect setting for a Chanel show its
bombastic imperialism is utterly in sync with Karl Lagerfeld's. While
other houses retrench, regroup, re-hab, Chanel's extravagance seems
strangely reassuring. Bring on those 70 models in their whisper-light,
silk gazar jewelled dresses and airy, loosely woven tweed as they march
around giant shells and fish to Wagner's Valkyrie. The theme was
aquatic and Lagerfeld didn't spare the (sea) horses.
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